Too COLD for this cat. Indoors, it is chill along the edges and crisp upon the whiskers. Outdoors is less of a friend. The wind bites and howls.
Wait, I do, upon the chilly threshhold. Paws are tucked in close, as I listen for the voice of my newest best friend.
A Rush and a Rumble announce the arrival of her - and I fly fast as thought to crouch at her side - she is Warmth and she breathes in the corner of the living room. I flatten against the hot register and revel in Warmth's marvellous breath upon my fur.
In Winter, She is my dearest friend. The heat run.
Mister Claudius
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